Sixty-six times have these eyes beheld the changing scene of autumn.
I have said enough about moonlight,
Ask no more.
Only listen to the voice of pines and cedars when no wind stirs.
Ryonen
Any system was a straitjacket if you insisted on adhering to it so totally and humorlessly. I didn’t believe in systems. Anything human was imperfect and ultimately absurd. What did I believe in then? In humor. In laughing at systems, at people, at one’s self. In laughing even at one’s own need to laugh all the time. In seeing life as contradictory, many-sided, various, funny, tragic, and with moments of outrageous beauty.
Erica Jong
...managed to make it to the 7:05 A.M. sit this morning...my first morning group meditation in many months...thanks, ultimately, to a long weekend of excess...insanely sweaty vinyasa yoga, biking, and booze in unseasonable heat and humidity, enough to knock me out hours earlier than usual last night, so that getting up shortly after the sun was no problem....this might be how the old Zen monks did it, but I sort of doubt it...
